soul collector

"Unknown Dancer" is just like its name, the purpose of the program is to select unknown dancers.There were 200 people on the shortlist, and Li Ziping flipped through the list, marking it with a highlighter from time to time.

"The ones I marked yellow for you are the trainees of big companies, including a part of our company. The ones marked pink are those who have actually made their debut, but have been tepid and unknown." Li Ziping brushed the labels Go to the last page and close the pen cap, "So you see, it is said to be a grassroots draft, but at least 200 of the 30 people have already stepped into the circle. Although you are popular, I must remind you, You are really grassroots in dancing. According to the requirements of the competition system, you are covered with a mask in the first half, and no one will recognize you. If the professional judges fail to make it through and you are eliminated, and the mask is taken off when you are eliminated, you are hopeless."

The old ancestor casually hummed, took the list and flipped through it, and asked curiously: "Your brain is not very bright, how do you remember so many people in the circle?"

Li Ziping sighed, "Ancestor, serve some snacks, it's too late to regret it now. You can't dance, if you don't cover your face, you can still rely on your popularity to get ahead, but if you cover your face, you can only accept the punishment of fate."

Tang Xiu asked indifferently: "How do you know that I can't dance?"

"Have you ever learned to dance?" Li Ziping stared.

The old ancestor smiled in a good mood, "No."

"Then why are you arguing with me?" Li Ziping sighed, feeling that every day he followed his artist and got angry so much that his hair was turning white. "Think again, ah, think again."

Tang Xiu didn't think about it any more. He took the stack of contracts casually, turned to the last page and signed it, and threw it to Li Ziping, "Let's talk. I'm not so utilitarian, it's just that the excitement in this circle is pretty much the same. Let’s look at it in a different circle. Life is all about experience.”

Li Ziping, "..."

The next night Tang Xiu finally posted a Weibo under the urging of his manager.The interval was so long that Weibo paid special attention to the moment when the reminder popped up, and many fans did not react.

The old ancestor's Weibo reads like this: ""The Narrow Road to the Enemy" is finished, I'm going to do something else, see you all when it's released."

There are question marks and smiling faces in the comments, and the popular comment reads: "The co-author, you disappeared for a long time, and you appeared once to tell us that you are going to disappear for a long time again?"

Jiang Qiao couldn't help but smile when he read the comments, Tang Xiu calmly watched the popular ones, and replied below—"I will always keep the hot ones."

Fans collectively commented, "How to maintain it??"

However, the old ancestor didn't reply any more. He put down his phone casually and said to Jiang Qiao, "The company has found a professional dance teacher. I'm going to meet him soon."

Jiang Qiao hummed, and suddenly remembered something, "The recording of this program is completely closed, so I won't see you for a long time."

The old ancestor just laughed when he heard the words, and a certain director sighed, "Suddenly I felt like I was lifting a rock to shoot myself in the foot."

"I think you can use this time to collect more souls. The soul collectors of the first life should not be too ambitious, some small souls can be seen everywhere, don't let them go."

"for example?"

Tang Xiu thought for a while, "Such as petty theft, just because of sex. Good souls can go to find those who are brave enough to do justice, or those who are physically disabled and strong."

Jiang Qiao let out a long sigh when he heard the words, "Then I have to keep a low profile. Otherwise, the news that a certain director went to the streets every day to catch thieves would be too weird."

The old ancestor couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Jiang Qiao asked strangely, "Did you order takeaway?"

"Express delivery." Tang Xiu stood up, "I'll sign for it."

"What did you buy?"

Tang Xiu didn't answer, went to the door to sign for the things, then came in with a big cardboard box in his arms, and said in a low voice, "I asked the junior to ask for the things left by the senior, and see if I can find any clues."

"Well."

Jiang Qiao watched curiously as the old ancestor scratched open the box with a knife, and a stale musty smell came over his face. A certain director immediately frowned and took a step back, "Is your senior not good at hygiene?"

Tang Xiu's face was calm, "Senior is indeed informal, but the smell is because it is too old." He rummaged through the things in the box while talking, and the few surviving clothes were already dilapidated. They set aside and pulled out a stack of manuscripts at the bottom of the case.

There were a few blurred characters on the old and rotten paper. Jiang Qiao leaned over to take a look, and couldn't help but click his tongue and said, "Your handwriting is pretty good, but I haven't seen so many characters..."

Tang Xiu hummed, "Senior is not very involved in the world, his writing is very complicated, there are some from different dynasties, it is very confusing to mix them together."

"..." Jiang Qiao was speechless. He suddenly felt that his ancestor was the most suitable to be an archaeologist. He must be very talented.

Tang Xiu originally thought that it would be difficult to gain anything. Most of the manuscripts contained some summaries of soul collection, and even some recipes. He patiently flipped through to the end, but a slightly smaller kraft paper caught his attention.

"Inheritance...in Poli, Poqi..." The ancestor frowned trying to make out the blurred words, "To break it...precious...will be destroyed, it is more important than life, more important than everything."

Jiang Qiao was speechless, "This difficulty is too high, what is broken? What is destroyed? What is more important than life and everything?"

Tang Xiu was silent for a while, then heaved a long sigh, "I want to know too."

"I think you don't have to worry about these things when you get angry every day. The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. There will always be a day when the truth comes out." A certain director said with a big heart: "I still have decades to live, what are you worried about?"

Tang Xiu hummed.The bottom of the bed moved, Xiao Xiaoxiu got out, twisted his buttocks and ran directly to the corner, drank several mouthfuls of water, then squinted his eyes and looked back at the two masters.

"You salty fish dog." Jiang Qiao couldn't help cursing: "You know how to sleep every day, and other people's dogs like to play and run, so you know how to lie down under the bed."

Xiao Xiaoxiu squinted his eyes, raised his hind legs and kicked his chin, completely ignoring a certain director's complaints.Tang Xiu looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "If I record the program, I can't take Xiao Xiaoxiu with me. You can get along well at home and don't quarrel."

Jiang Qiao, "..."

Xiao Xiaoxiu, "..."

"Love and tolerate each other." The ancestor patiently taught the two juniors, one person and one dog. Jiang Qiao's face turned dark when he heard that, but Xiao Xiaoxiu walked away with great heart.The dog's nose twitched, and suddenly it smelled an unspeakable smell in the room.Xiao Xiaoxiu's expression became solemn, and he walked to the box and smelled it, his whole dog's face was wrinkled together.

Jiang Qiao laughed, "Look, even Xiaoxiu thinks you, a senior who doesn't care about hygiene, are unreliable."

Xiao Xiaoxiu walked around the things scattered on the ground twice, sniffing them one by one. He walked around twice more at the last manuscript, and looked around the room blankly, looking at the ancestors and then at the wall. , then yawned, and began to crawl under the bed again.

Tang Xiu sighed, he suddenly remembered something, looked back at the soul banner and said, "Then let's do this first. I'll focus on this show first, and I'll take the soul banner away. You collect souls well, and I'll take the new soul into the banner." Will let you know."

"it is good."

There were a lot of media on the day "Unknown Dancer" was launched, and Li Ziping sent Tang Xiu into the group. In the car, the ancestors put on the mask required by the program group.The mask he got was golden and covered two-thirds of his face, leaving only his lips and chin exposed.The ancestor has a black shirt and black trousers, a golden mask, and his calm demeanor is like a sharp and restrained knife.He looked at Li Ziping calmly, "Can you tell who I am?"

Li Ziping shook his head, "It's hard."

"What about your figure?"

"It's also difficult. Singing and dancing artists are not the same as actors. There are too many perfect body proportions."

"That's good." The ancestor twitched his lips slightly, "Let's treat it as a surprise for the fans, so that people on Weibo will always say that being my fan feels sad."

Li Ziping's lips moved when he heard the words, and he held back what he wanted to say.

He wanted to say how confident you are, you have three days of training at the dance teacher, and you are trying to become a blockbuster.

As if seeing his worry, the ancestor smiled again, and said: "In fact, the basic skills of dancing are nothing compared to martial arts. People who practice martial arts don't need to put too much effort into dancing, just learn a single movement." That's enough."

Li Ziping snorted, "Anyway, take care and try to survive."

"I will." Tang Xiu raised his hand to support the mask, waited for the car to stop, and got out of the car.

The program team contracted the entire building, and the staff registered at the door.The media lined up along the black carpet at the door, capturing every masked person who came.

Tang Xiu had several finalists in front of him, and after a rough look, he knew that the sources of the finalists were complicated.Some were dressed in uniforms, so you could tell they were trainees from the same company at a glance, some were well-dressed in famous brands, and some were very ordinary.The ancestor walked in in a black suit, with a slim and tall figure, and the cameras on both sides couldn't help following him. A reporter put a microphone in front of him, "Hello, can you briefly introduce yourself to everyone?"

On Tang Xiu's shirt hem was the number given by the program group, and the other microphone on the collar had a voice-changing function. He looked at the camera, thinking that since no one could see his face, there was no need to smile, so he said directly: "I It's 140 No. [-], personal channel."

"Is there any dance you are good at?"

The old ancestor paused, "It's almost the same."

The reporter laughed, "Do you mean they are very powerful? How long have you been dancing?"

Unexpectedly, this high-cold contestant shook his head, "I'm not familiar with the dance genre yet, this is a platform for grassroots dancers, I'm just here to try."

"..." The reporter didn't know how to answer this question. She regretted blindly interviewing this guy just because he looked good. This meaningless conversation caused her to miss the interview with the trainee from a big company who just passed by. Opportunity.

She sighed, and asked the last question as if going through the process: "Are you confident to win?"

However, the man suddenly laughed when he heard the words, the slightly protruding red lips under the golden mask had an unspeakable coquettishness, the pupils were dark and deep, the man calmly looked at the camera through the mask, and said in a low voice: "Win, It must be won."